Compared to the bustling God Realm and Orrery of Worlds, the Origin Wall should have been as deathly silent as a graveyard.
At least, that had been the case for the past three generations. Only when newcomers came to the wall would some of these gods, struggling bitterly between slumber and death, quietly awaken, finding the slightest trace of amusement amid their wild boasting, mockery, and curses.
Being trapped on the Origin Wall meant losing all hope. No matter how mighty or extraordinary they had once been, the moment they were stuck to the Origin Wall, their hope had been severed.
Everything was over.
By the third generation, those who had been stuck on the wall since the first generation had almost all died. The immense power, information, and everything else they had accumulated during the first generation had gradually run dry as the Origin Wall madly extracted them.
Their bodies decayed first, their essence was drained away by the Origin Wall, then their souls withered. In the end, even their source and godhood were extracted clean, and they perished completely, becoming yet another corpse stuck to the wall.
But within every group, there were always a very few anomalies. They might have been lunatics, or they might have been geniuses. Such gods still struggled bitterly through endless pain and despair, stubbornly hoping for an almost impossible... hope.
This time, hope had come.
Bang!
A dull sound rang out, nearly spreading across the entire Origin Wall. It was an extremely abnormal tremor. Though minuscule, it was earth-shattering, startling countless slumbering beings.
"What happened?"
"The Origin Wall has never changed like this. Do I have a chance to escape?"
Countless gods awoke, exhausting the last of their strength to rouse themselves and investigate in a certain direction along the wall.
They